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OLD TIME JINGLES. 

INCLUDING THE RHYMES OF MOTHER GOOSE. 



With Original Illustrations by Boz. 



BOSTON: 

D. LOTHROP & COMPANY, 

FRANKLIN ST., CORNER HAWLEY. 

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Copyright, 


, 1S81, 

By D. Lothrop & Company. 


Press of Rockwell and Churchill, 
39 Arch St., Boston. 



JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


The saying of these rhymes rapidly, in concert, or singly, without any 
mispronunciation, is a favorite diversion among children: 

R OBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round, 

A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round • 
Where rolled the round roll that Robert Rowley 
rolled round ? 



P ETER Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, 
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; 
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, 
Where is the peck of pickled peppers that Peter 
Piper picked ? 

A SWAN swam over the sea, 

Swim, swan, swim; 

Swan swam back again, 

Well swam, swan. 

M V grandmother sent me a new-fashioned 

Three-cornered cambric country-cut hand¬ 
kerchief — 

Not an old-fashioned three-cornered cambric 
Country-cut handkerchief, but a new-fashioned 
Three-cornered cambric country-cut handkerchief. 


T HE north wind doth blow, 

And we shall have snow, 

And what will poor Robin do then ? 
Poor thing ! 

He’ll sit in the barn, 

And to keep himself warm, 

Will hide his head under his wing, 
Poor thing! 


I HAVE been to market, my lady, my lady ; 
Then you’ve not been to the fair, says pussy, 
Says pussy. 

I bought me a rabbit, my lady, my lady; 

Then you did not buy a hare, says pussy, 

Says pussy. 

I roasted it, my lady, my lady; . 

Then you did not boil it, says pussy, 

Says pussy. 

I ate it, my lady, my lady; 

And Ell eat you, says pussy, 

Says pussy ! 


P OLLY put the kettle on, 
Polly put the kettle on, 
Polly put the kettle on 

And we’ll all take tea. 

Sukey take it off again, 

Sukey take it off again, 

Sukey take it off again. 

They’re all gone away. 

















JINGLES. 


The following collection contains riddles which have always been favor¬ 
ites with small children for generations: 


(.Sunshine.) 

H ICK-a-more, hack-a-more, 

On the king’s kitchen door; 

All the king’s horses, 

And all the king’s men, 

Could not drive hick-a-more, hack-a-more, 
Off the king’s kitchen door ! 

(Gloves.) 

A S I was going o’er London Bridge, 

I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs! 

(A storm of wind.) 

A RTHUR O’Bower has broken his band. 
And he comes roaring up the land ; 
The King of Scots, with all his power, 

Could not turn Arthur O’Bower. 


(A well.) 


A S round as an apple, as deep as a cup, 

And all the king’s horses can’t pull it up. 

One — the speaker himself. 

A S I was going to St. Ives, 

I met a man with seven wives, 
Every wife had seven sacks, 

Every sack had seven cats, 

Every cat had seven kits ; 

Kits, cats, sacks and wives, 

How many were going to St. Ives ? 


(A pair of tongs.) 

L ONG legs, crooked thighs, 
Little head and no eyes. 


(An egg.) 

H UMPTY-dumpty sat on a wall, 

Humpty-dumpty had a great fall, 
Three-score men, and three-score more, 
Cannot make humpty-dumpty as he was 
before. 


(A plumb pudding.) 

F LOUR of England, fruit of Spain, 

Met together in a shower of rain, 

Put in a bag tied round with a string; 

If you’ll tell me this riddle, I’ll give you a ring 


(A star.) 

I HAVE a little sister, they call her peep, peep; 

She wades in the water, deep, deep, deep ; 
She climbs the mountains, high, high, high ; 

Poor little creature, she has but one eye ! 


(A candle.) 


L ITTLE Nan Etticoat 
In a white petticoat, 
And a red nose ; 

The longer she stands, 

The shorter she grows. 



(Teeth and gums.) 

T HIRTY white horses upon a red hill, 

Now they tramp, now they champ, now they 
stand still. 

(Coals.) 

LACK we are, but much admired, 

Men seek for us till they are tired : 
We tire the horse, but comfort man ; 

Tell me this riddle if you can. 


D ING, dong, bell. 

Pussy’s in the well ! 

Who put her in ? 

Little Johnny Green. 

Who pulled her out? 

Big Johnny Stout. 

What a naughty boy was that, 

To drown poor pussy cat, 

Who never did him any harm, 

But killed the mice in his father’s barn. 











JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


S OLOMON Grundy, 
Born on Monday, 
Christened on Tuesday, 
Married on Wednesday, 
Took ill on Thursday, 
Worse on Friday, 

Died on Saturday ; 

This is the end 
Of Solomon Grundy. 


T HERE was an old woman lived under the hill, 
And if she’s not gone she lives there still ; 
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, 

And she’s the old woman that never told lies. 


H IGGLEDY, Piggledy, 
My black hen, 

She lays eggs 
For gentlemen ; 



Sometimes nine, 

And sometimes ten, 
Higgledy, piggledy, 
My black hen ! 


B LOW, wind blow ! and go, mill go, 
That the miller may grind his corn, 
That the baker may take it, 

And into rolls make it, 

And send us some hot in the morn. 

So blow, wind, blow, and go, mill go ! 


T HE man in the moon 
Came down too soon 
And asked his way to Norwich ; 
He went by the south, 
And burnt his mouth 
With eating cold plum-porridge. 


T HERE was an old woman, and what do you 
think ? 

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink ; 
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, 

Yet this grumbling 


old woman could never be quiet. 


T HERE was a jolly miller 
Lived on the River Dee, 
Said he, I care for nobody, 

If nobody cares for me. 















JINGLES. 




T HE two gray kits, 

And the gray kits’ mother, 
All went over 
The bridge together. 
The bridge broke down, 
They all fell in, 

“ May the rats go with you.” 

Says Tom Bowlin. 



L ITTLE boy blue, come blow your horn, 

The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s 
in the corn; 

Where’s the little boy that looks after the sheep ? 
He’s under the hay-stack fast asleep; 

Will you wake him ? No, not I. 


I HAD a little pony, 

His name was Dapple Gray, 
I lent him to a lady, 

To ride a mile away. 


She whipped him, she lashed him, 
She rode him through the mire : 
I would not lend my pony now, 

For all the lady’s hire. 


T HREE little kittens lost their mittens ; 
And they began to cry, 

Oh! mother dear, we very much fear 
That we have lost our mittens. 

Lost your mittens ! you naughty kittens ! 
Then you shall have no pie. 

Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 

No, you shall have no pie. 

Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. 


T HERE was a man of our town, 
And he was wondrous wise : 
He jumped into a bramble-bush, 

And scratched out both his eyes ; 
And when he saw his eyes were out, 
With all his might and main 
He jumped into another bush, 

And scratched them in again. 



R IDE a cock horse to Banbury Cross, 

To see a young woman jump on a whit 
horse; 

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, 

She shall have music wherever she goes. 




















































JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


The King Arthur, whose deeds are recounted in this fragment, was none 
other than Britain’s hero.—Tennyson’s “ blameless prince ; ” and the Queen 
who fried the pudding was the beautiful Guinevere. The flowers of chivalry 
and romance that have blossomed so plentifully about their names have not 
been more enduring than this little grotesque immortelle: 

W HEN good King Arthur ruled the land, 

He was a goodly king ; 

He stole three pecks of barley-meal 
To make a bag-pudding. 



A bag-pudding the king did make 
And stuffed it well with plums ; 
And in it put great lumps of fat, 

As big as my two thumbs. 

The king and queen did eat thereof, 
And noblemen beside ; 

And what they did not eat that night 
The queen next morning fried. 


L ITTLE fishy in the brook, 

Papa caught him with a hook, 
Mamma fried him in the pan, 

And Baby ate him like a man ! 


Among the little games with face and hands for the amusement of babies, 
those given below are the most popular: 

P AT-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker’s man, 

So I will, master, as fast as I can. 

Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, 

And put it in the oven for Tommy and me. 

These lines are used in a play with the toes There are many versions of 
the song in English, and it is also found in Danish. 

HOE the colt, 

Shoe the wild mare 
Here a nail, 

There a nail, 

Yet she goes bare. 

Another version : 

S HOE the old horse, 

Shoe the old mare, 

But let the little coltie go bare. 

These lines accompany a rapid crossing and uncrossing of baby’s feet, 
which are held by the ankles : 

HIS is the way the old farmer rides to mill, 
Lig-a-log, 

Lig-a-log, 

Lig-a-log. 

A play with baby’s face : 

B ROW brinky, 

Eye winky, 

Chin choppy, 

Nose noppy, 

Cheek cherry, 

Mouth merry. 

(Each feature being touched as the line is repeated.) 


















JINGLES. 


K NOCK at the door ( tapping theJorehead) 
Peep in, ( lifting the eyelid) 

Lift up the latch, ( pulling the nose) 

And walk in. (< opening the mouth and putting 
in the finger .) 

And another : 

H ERE sits the Lord Mayor, ( forehead ) 

Here sit his two men, (eyes) 

Here sits the cock, ( right cheek) 

Here sits the hen, ( left cheek) 

Here sits the little chickens, ( tip of the nose) 

Here they run in, (mouth) 

Chin chopper, chin chopper, 

Chin chopper-chin ! (chuck the chin.) 


Old rhyme by which counting is taught: 

O NE, two, three, four, five, (clasping baby's hand) 
I caught a hare alive ; 

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 

I let him go again. (Letting it go.) 



B AH, bah, black sheep, have you any wool ? 

Yes, Mary, have I, three bags full; 

One for my master, and one for my dame, 

But none for the little boy crying down the lane. 


These rhymes are used in “counting out”—an important feature in 
many childish games, as it determines which one is to assume a certain part, 
to “ blind ” or to hold the vantage point. The children stand in a row, and 
the operator begins with the rhyme, giving a word to each as he counts, the 
one who receives the last one being “ out.” T'he process is repeated until 
there is but one left, and he is recognized as t-he chosen one. 

H ICKERY, dickery, 6 and 7, 

Hollowbone, crackabone, 10 and 11, 
Spin, span, Muskidan, 

Twiddle ’urn, twaddle ’um, 21. 

O NE-ERV, two-ery, ziecary zan ; 

Hollowbone, crackabone, nine-ery ten ; 
Spittery-spot, it must be done ; 

Twiddle-run, twaddle-run, twenty-one. 

E ERY, iry, hickary hum, 

Filison, follison, Nicholson, John, 
Quever, quaver, English mayer, 

Stringalum, strangleum, buck! 

I NTERY, mintery, cutery-corn, 

Apple seed and apple thorn ; 

Wire, brier, limber-lock, 

Five geese in a flock, 

Sit and sing by a spring, 

O-u-t and in again. 

School children use these rhymes when starting to run a race: 

O NE to make ready. 

Two to prepare, 

Good luck to the rider, 

And away goes the mare. 


And also this ; 

O NE to make ready, 
Two to show, 
Three to start, 

And four to go. 







JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 




H EY! diddle, diddle, 

The cat and the fiddle ! 
The cow jumped over the moon, 
The little dog laughed 
To see the sport, 

And the dish ran after the spoon. 


D OCTOR Faustus was a good man, 

He whipt his scholars now and then; 
When he whipped them he made them dance 
Out of Scotland into France, 

Out of France into Spain, 

And then he whipt them back again. 


A rhyme often said on going to bed : 

I 

M ATTHEW, Mark, Luke and John, 
Bless the bed that I lie on! 

Four corners to my bed, 

Four angels round my head; 
One to watch, one to pray, 

And two to bear my soul away. 


An old rhyme, still in common use among school-children, being 
cried after one who has been detected in telling tales: 

ELL tale tit! 

Your tongue shall be slit, 

And all the dogs in the town 
Shall have a bit. 


Another old-time rhyme with school-children : 

M ultiplication is vexation, 

Division is as bad ; 

The Rule of Three doth puzzle me, 
And Practice makes me mad. 


B IRDS of a feather flock together, 
And so will pigs and swine; 
Rats and mice will have their choice, 
And so will I have mine. 


A T the battle of the Nile 

I was there all the while, 
I was there all the while, 

At the battle of the Nile. 


R OMPTY-iddity, row, row, row, 

If I had a good supper I could eat it 



now. 










JINGLES. 


W HEN I was a bachelor 
I lived by myself, 

And all the bread and cheese I got 
I put upon a shelf. 

The rats and the mice 

They made such a strife, 

I was forced to go to London 
To get me a wife. 


B URNIE bee, burnie bee, 

Pray when will your wedding be ? 
If it be to-morrow day, 

Take your wings and fly away. 


The cock. X OCK the dairy door, 

J _ j Lock the dairy door ! 

The hen. Chickle, chackle, chee, 

I haven’t got the key ! 


A favorite clitty with little children in naming the color of each other’s 
eyes: 


The fields were so broad 

And the lanes were so narrow, 
I had to take my wife home 
On a wheelbarrow. 

The wheelbarrow broke, 

My wife got a fall, 

And down came wheelbarrow, 

Wife and all. 


D OGS in the garden, catch ’em, Towser; 

Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run • 
Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run ; 

Fire on the mountain, run, boys, run. 


H ICKUP, swicup, 

Rise up, right up ! 
Three drops in the cup 
Are good for the hiccups. 


B LUE eye beauty, 

Grey eye greedy, 
Black eye blackie, 
Brown eye brownie. 



G OOSEY, goosey, gander, 
Where shall I wander ? 
Up-stairs, down-stairs, 

And in my lady’s chamber. 
There I met an old man 
Who wouldn’t say his prayers, 
I took him by the left leg 
And threw him down-stairs. 






























































JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


It will be pleasant for those of a merry nature to know that a jolly reputa¬ 
tion can survive so many years as has that of Old King Cole, for he lived in 
the third century after Christ. He was as popular a man in his own day as 
these verses have been about him since, and when he ascended the throne it 
was amid the acclamations and rejoicings of his people. There is evidence 
besides the rhyme, that they were a musical family, for tradition says that his 
daughter was well-skilled in music, and the seventeenth century version of 
the song, from which ours is modernized, says that : 


T HERE was fiddle fiddle, 
And twice fiddle fiddle, 
For ’twas my lady’s birthday, 
Therefore we keep holiday. 



An exercise calculated to promote nimbleness of tongue — great fun when 
repeated in concert: 

W HEN a twister a-twisting. will twist him a 

twist, 

For the twisting his twist, he three times doth intwist; 
But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist 
The twine that untwineth, untwisteth the twist. 

Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between, 

He twists, with the twister, the two in a twine ; 

Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine, 

He twisteth the twine he had twined in twain. 

The twain that in twining, before in the twine, 

As twines were intwisted, he now doth untwine ; 

Twixt the twain intertwisting a twine more 

He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine. 


Old King Cole 
Was a merry old soul, 

And a merry old soul was he ; 

He called for his pipe, 

And he called for his bowl, 

And he called for his fiddlers three. 

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, 

And a very fine fiddle had he ; 

Twee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the 
fiddlers. 

Oh there’s none so rare 
As can compare 

With King Cole and his fiddlers three ! 


Also for repeating in concert: 

T HIS is the Key of the kingdom. 

In that kingdom there is a city : 
In that city there is a town ; 

In that town there is a street ; 

In that street there is a lane ; 

In that lane there is a yard ; 

In that yard there is a house ; 

In that house there is a room ; 

In that room there is a bed; 

On that bed there is a basket; 

In that basket there are some flowers ; 
Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, 
Bed in the room. Etc., etc., ( backward .) 



















JINGLES, 



T HERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe, 
She had so many children she didn’t know 
what to do ; 

She gave them some broth without any bread ; 

She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed. 


S IMPLE Simon met a pieman 
Going to the fair ; 

Says Simple Simon to the pieman, 

“ Let me taste your ware.” 

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, 

“ Show me first your penny ; ” 
Says Simple Simon to the pieman, 

“ Indeed I have not any.” 

Simple Simon went a fishing 
For to catch a whale : 

All the water he had got 

Was in his mother’s pail. 

Simple Simon went to look 

If plums grew on a thistle ; 

He pricked his fingers very much, 

Which made poor Simon whistle. 


I HAD four brothers over the sea ; 

They each sent a Christmas present to me. 

The first sent a cherry without any stone ; 

The second sent a bird without any bone ; 

The third sent a blanket without any thread ; 

The fourth sent a book no man could read. 

How could there be a cherry without any stone ? 
How could there be a bird without any bone ? 

How could there be a blanket without any thread ? 
How could there be a book no man could read ? 
When the cherry’s in the blossom it has no stone ; 
When the bird is in the egg it has no bone; 

When the blanket’s in the fleece it has no thread ; 
When the book is in the press no man can read. 



D OCTOR Foster went to Gloucester, 
In a shower of rain ; 

He stepped in a puddle up to his middle, 
And never went there again. 


T WO little dogs were basking in the cinders ; 

Two little cats were playing in the windows ; 
When two little mice popped out of a hole, 

And up to a fine piece of cheese they stole, 

The two little dogs cried, “ Cheese is nice ! ” 

But the two little cats jumped down in a trice, 

And cracked the bones of the two little mice. 






















JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


L ITTLE Tom Tucker 

Sings for his supper ; 
What shall he eat ? 

White bread and butter ? 



How shall he cut it 
Without e’er a knife ? 
How will he be married, 
Without e’er a wife ? 


T HIS is the house that Jack built. 
This is the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 


This is the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the cow with the crumpled horn, 

That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the maiden all forlorn, 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the man all tattered and torn, 

That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the priest, all shaven and shorn, 
That married the man all tattered and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 













JINGLES. 


This is the cock that crowed in the morn, 
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, 
That married the man all tattered and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn. 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt, 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 

This is the farmer who sowed the corn, 

That fed the cock that crowed in the morn, 
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, 
That married the man all tattered and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 

That worried the cat, 

That killed the rat, 

That ate the malt. 

That lay in the house that Jack built. 



H ARK, hark. 

The dogs do bark, 
Beggars are coming to town ; 
Some in jags, 

Some in rags, 

And some in velvet gowns. 



B ESSY kept the garden gate, 
And Mary kept the pantry ; 
Bessy always had to wait, 

While Mary lived in plenty. 


T HREE children sliding on the ice 
Upon a summer’s day ; 

It so fell out, they all fell in, 

The rest they ran away. 


T HERE was an old woman tossed up in a 
blanket 

Nineteen times high as the moon ; 

Yet whither she went I could not tell 
For in her hand she carried a broom ; 

Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I, 

Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high ? 

To sweep the cobwebs out of the sky, 

And I’ll be back again by-and by. 


Now had those children been at home, 
Or sliding on dry ground, 

Ten thousand pounds to one penny 
They had not all been drowned. 

Now parents, all that children have, 
And you that have got none, 

If you would have them safe abroad, 
Pray keep them safe at home. 










































JINGLES. 


JINGLES. 


W EE Willie Winkie 

Runs through the town, 
Up-stairs and down-stairs 
In his night-gown, 



Tapping at the window, 
Crying at the lock, 

“ Are the babes all in bed ? 
It’s now ten o’clock.” 


One child, called the “ Old Buzzard,” sits upon the floor, or in summer, 
upon the grass, and the rest joining hands, move in a circle round her, sing¬ 
ing meantime: 

H IP-A NY, pip-any, cran-y-crow, 

I went down to the well to wash my toe, 
The cat’s asleep, the crow’s awake, 

’Tis time to give my chickens some meat, 

What o’clock is it, old Buzzard ? 

OLD BUZZARD. 

ONE, going on two. 

CHILDREN. 

Hip-any pip-any, cran-y-crow, 

ETC. ETC. 

OLD BUZZARD. 

TWO, going on three. 


O NE misty, moisty morning, 

When cloudy was the weather, 

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather• 
He began to compliment, and I began to grin, 

How do you do, and how do you do ? 

And how do you do again ? 0 


Among ancient games for children, the following are still popular, and in 
use in all parts of the country: 

H IP-I-TY-HOP to the barber shop, 

To buy a stick of candy ; 

One for me, and one for you, 

And one for sister Miranda. 


And so on until she reaches “ eleven going on twelve,” the children paus¬ 
ing each time in their circling as they ask the question, “ What o’clock is it, 
Old Buzzard ? ” Then the following dialogue takes place : 

C. Where have you been ? 

O. B. To pick up sticks. 

C. What for ? 

O. B. To light my fire. 

C. What for ? 

O. B. To boil my kettle. 

C. What for ? 

O. B. To cook some of your chickens. 

At this the children run away as fast as they can, and Old Buzzard tries to 
catch one of them. The one caught is the next to personate old Buzzard. 


















JINGLES. 


This game is played as follows : A string of boys and girls, each holding 
by the preceding one’s skirt or coat, approach two others who hold up their 
joined hands forming a double arch. At the singing of the rhymes they pass 
under the arch, each anxious to get to that point before the last words are 
sung, for then down come the hands and the most immediate one is caught, 
and must take the place of one of the arch-makers: 

H OW many miles to Barnegat ? 

Three score miles and ten. 

Can I get there by candle-light ? 

Yes, if your legs are limber light 
You can get there by candle-light, 

If the bears don’t catch you ! 

Another similar game has the following rhyme: 

D RAW a pail of water 

For the farmer’s daughter ; 

My father is king, my mother is queen, 

My two little sisters are dressed in green ; 

One we rush, two we rush, 

Pray thee, my lady, come under my bush ! 

These lines are repeated in a game where one child holds a wand up to the 
faces of all the others in succession, making wry grimaces himself, mean¬ 
while, for the purpose of making them laugh. The one who laughs first 
must pay a forfeit: 


This is the way we sprinkle our clothes, 

ETC. ETC. 

This is the way we iron our clothes, 

ETC. ETC. 

Another very old play similar to the last, is called “Washing the Lady’s 
Dishes.’’ Two girls clasp both of each other’s hands, swing their arms, and 
finally turn back to back, swiftly winding in and out under each other’s arms, 
their hands still remaining clasped. Thev repeat in sing-song concert: 

W ASH, wash the lady’s dishes, 

Hang ’em out upon the bushes, 
When the bushes begin to crack 
Hang ’em on the beggar’s back, 

When the beggar begins to run 
Shoot him with a leather gun ! 

Rhyme often used in “casting lots’’ to choose “catcher” or “seeker.” 
The children join hands and circle slowly to the words, each dropping to the 
ground with the last line as quick as possible : 

G REEN grow the rushes, O, 

Green grow the rushes O, 

Green grow the rushes O — 

(- Rapidly .) One that squats last shall be blindfolded. 


B UFF says Buff to all his men, 

And I say Buff to you again; 

Buff neither laughs nor smiles, 

But carries his face 
With a very good grace, 

And passes the stick to the very next place. 

A household game for little girls is this, sung to the tune of the “ Bar¬ 
berry Bush,” They stand eirher in a row or circle, and as they sing go 
through the various motions of the work. 

T HIS is the way we wash our clothes, 

Wash our clothes, wash our clothes, 
This is the way we wash our clothes, 

So early in the morning. 

This is the way we dry our clothes, 

ETC. ETC. 

This is the way we starch our clothes, 

ETC. ETC. 



B ETTY Pringle had a little pig, 

Not very little and not very big ; 
When alive he lived in clover, 

But now he’s dead he’s dead all over. 

So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried, 
And Betty Pringle she lay down and died; 
So there was an end of one, two and three, 
Billy Pringle he, 

Betty Pringle she, 

And Piggy Wiggee. 















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A S the days grow longer, 

The storms grow stronger. 
As the day lengthens 
The cold strengthens. 


The sportsman’s barometer: 

HEN the wind is in the east, 

’Tis neither good for man nor beast; 
When the wind is in the north, 

Skillful fishers go not forth ; 

When the wind is in the south, 

It blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth ; 
When the wind is in the west, 

Then ’tis at the very best. 


St. Swithin’s day is the 15th of July, and it is an old belief that if it rains 
on that day it will continue to rain for forty days. This is founded on a tra¬ 
dition that St. Swithin, who was the bishop of Winchester, gave directions 
on his death-bed that he should be buried on the. north side of the minster, 
under the droppings from the eaves; and when the monks, in violation of 
his wishes, attempted to place his remains under the chancel, he testified his 
displeasure by causing a rain of forty days’ continuance : 

S T Swithin’s day, if thou dost rain, 

For forty days it will remain ; 

St. Swithin’s day if thou be fair 
For forty days ’twill rain na mair. 


Old rhyme still in use concerning dreams : 

F RIDAY night’s dream 
On the Saturday told, 
Is sure to come true 

Be it never so old. 


Another form runs thus: 

S ATURDAY night’s dream, 
Sunday morning told. 

Is sure to come to pass 

Before you’re a week old. 



P USSY-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been ? 

I’ve been to London to look at the queen. 
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there ? 

I frightened a little mouse under her chair. 


This epitome of pie-life, used to teach little children the alphabet, is more 
than two centuries old, as a preacher in 1671, refers to it in a work of his 
at that time, by way of illustration : 

A WAS an apple pie ; 

B bit it; 

C cut it; 

D dealt it; 

E eat it ; 

F fought for it; 

G got it ; 

H had it ; 

J joined it; 

K kept it; 

L longed for it; 

M mourned for it; 

N nodded at it ; 

O opened it ; 

P peeped in it; 

Q quartered it; 

R ran for it ; 

S stole it ; 

T took it ; 

V viewed it ; 

W wanted it; 

X, Y, Z, and-perse-and, 

All wished for a piece in hand. 



















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JINGLES. 


There is a small beetle, generally red or yellow, with black, red, yellow or 
white spots, which children call a lady-bug, or a lady cow, and they say over 
this rhyme to it, believing that when it flies they can find where it lives. The 
stanza is of considerable antiquity, and is common in Yorkshire, England : 

L ADY bug, lady bug, fly away home, 

Your house is on fire, your children all gone, 
All but one, and her name is Ann, 

And she crept under the pudding pan. 


IMBLE Dick 
He was so quick 
He tumbled over the timber ; 

He bent his bow, 

To shoot the crow, 

And shot the cat in the window. 


Daddy-long-legs, the popular name of the insect of the genus Tipula, has 
a contemplative habit of lifting one of his long slender legs, as a sort of 
feeler, and it is well he has this habit, for when little boys catch him and 
question him, if he does not indicate some direction with his foot, they are 
apt to carry out their threat and dismember him : 

G RAND-daddy-Long-Legs, tell me 

Where my cows are, or I’ll kill you! 


J ACK be nimble, Jack be quick, 
Jack jump over the candle-stick. 


H ere we go up, up, up, 

And here we go down, down, downy, 
And here we go backwards and forwards, 
And here we go round, round, roundy. 


G reat a, little a, 

Bouncing B ! 

The cat’s in the cupboard, 
And she can’t see. 


Among weather-rhymes the following are favorites among children : 

R AINBOW in the morning — 
Shepherds take warning ! 

' Rainbow at night — 

Shepherds’ delight. 



R AIN, rain, go away, 

Come again another day, 
Little Johnny wants to play. 

A SUNSHINY shower 

Won’t last half an hour. 














































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JINGLES. 


A rhyme evidently the invention of some mother quite worn out with the 
importunities of her children for stories: 

I ’LL tell you a story 

About Jack a-Nory — 

And now my story’s begun, 

I’ll tell you another 
About Jack and his brother — 

And now my story’s done. 


Hallowed, an authority, says that the first three verses of this tale comprise 
all of the original, and that the rest are a modern addition. The evidence of 
the antiquity of the story lies in itself. The rhyming of laughing to coffin 
in the third stanza establishes it, for this word was formerly pronounced lof- 
fing, and was so spelt. In Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 
II, scene ist: “ And then the whole quire hold their hips and Ioffe." 

O LD Mother Hubbard 

Went to her cupboard, 

To get her poor dog a bone ; 


F OR every evil under the sun 

There is a remedy or there is none : 
If there be one, try and find it ; 

If there be none, never mind it. 


This proverb is from Benjamin Franklin’s “ Poor Richard’s Almanac ” 

H E that would thrive 
Must rise at five ; 

He that hath thriven 
May lie till seven ; 

And he that by the plough would thrive 
Himself must either hold or drive. 



G O to bed first, a golden purse ; 

Go to bed second, a golden pheasant ; 
Go to bed third, a golden bird ! 


But when she came there 
The cupboard was bare, 

And so tiie poor dog had none. 
































































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She went to the baker’s 
To buy him some bread, 
But when she came back 
The poor dog was dead. 


She went to the joiner’s 
To buy him a coffin, 

But when she came back 
The poor dog was laughing. 

She took a clean dish 
To get him some tripe, 

But when she came back 
He was smoking his pipe. 

She went to the fish-monger’s 
To buy him some fish, 

And when she came back 
He was licking the dish. 

She went to the ale-house 
To get him some beer, 

But when she came back 
The dog sat in a chair. 



She went to the tavern 
For white wine and red, 

But when she came back 
The dog stood on his head. 

She went to the hatter’s 
To buy him a hat, 

But when she came back 
He was feeding the cat. 


She went to the barber’s 
To buy him a wig, 

But when she came back 
He was dancing a jig. 

She went to the fruiterer’s 
To buy him some fruit, 
But when she came back 
He was playing the flute 



She went to the tailor’s 
To buy him a coat. 

But when she came back 
He was riding a goat. 

She went to the cobbler’s 
To buy him some shoes, 

But when she came back 
He was reading the news. 

She went to the seamstress 
To buy him some linen, 

But when she came back 
The dog was spinning. 

She went to the hosier’s 
To buy him some hose, 

But when she came back 

He was dressed in his clothes. 

The dame made a curtsey, 

The dog made a bow, 

The dame said, your servant, 
The dog said, bow, wow. 














JINGLES, 


This is almost as well known : 

B YE, baby bunting, 

Daddy's gone a-hunting, 
Mother’s gone to buy a skin 
To wrap the baby bunting in. 


1 n another version the last two lines read. 


All to buy a rabbit skin, 

To wrap up baby bunting in. 


M 


ARY, Mary, 

Quite contrary, 
How does your garden grow ? 
Silver bells, 

And cockle-shells, 

And pretty maids all of a row. 


L ITTLE Miss Muffet 
Sat on a tuffet, 

Eating of curds and whey ; 

There came a little spider, 
Who sat down beside her, 
And frightened Miss Muffet away. 


R OCK-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green, 

Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen, 
Betty’s a lady and wears a gold ring, 

And Johnny’s a drummer and drums for the king. 


P USSY sits behind the log, 
How can she be fair ? 
Then comes in the little dog, 
Pussy, are you there ? 

So, so, dear Mistress Pussy, 
Pray tell me how do you do \ 

I thank you, little dog, 

I’m very well just now : 
How are you ? 


ETER, Peter, pumpkin-eater. 

Had a wife and couldn’t keep her ; 
He put her in a pumpkin-shell, 

And then he kept her very well. 

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, 

Had another and didn’t love her : 

Peter learned to read and spell, 

And then he loved her very well. 




H USH-a-bye, lie still and sleep, 

It grieves me sore to see thee weep, 
For when thou weep’st thou wearies me, 
Hush-a-bye, lie still and bye. 


A favorite lullaby in the north of England fifty years ago, and perhaps still 
heard. The last word is pronounced bee. 

















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ITTLE king Boggen, he built a fine hall, 
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; 
The windows were made of black puddings and 
white, 

And slated with pancakes — you ne’er saw the like. 


H OW many days has my baby to play ? 

Saturday, Sunday, Monday, 
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, 
Saturday, Sunday, Monday. 


P RETTY John Watts, 

We are troubled with rats, 

Will you drive them out of tire house ? 
We have mice too in plenty, 

That feast in the pantry — 

But let them stay and nibble away, 
What harm in a little brown mouse ? 


R IGADOON, rigadoon, now let him fly, 

Sit upon mother’s foot, jump him up high ! 


A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare, 
Bumpety bumpety bump, 

With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair, 
Lumpety lumpety lump. 

A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down, 
Bumpety bumpety bump ; 

The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown, 
Lumpety lumpety lump. 

The mischievous raven flew laughing away, 

Bumpety bumpety bump, 

And vowed he would serve them the same next day, 
Lumpety lumpety lump. 


Perhaps of all lullabies this is the most universal: 



R OCIv-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, 

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. 
When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, 

And down will come baby, bough, cradle and all. 





























































































































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Here is another game the little ones like — a merry trot on the knee- 
The first movement is gentle and swaying, and the second abrupt and 
energetic. 

S O ride the gentle folks, 

So ride away. 

So ride the country folks, 

Hoppity-jig, hoppity-jig ! 

The second version is more varied and elaborate in both song and 
movement. 

This is the way the ladies ride ; 

Tri, tre, tre, tree, 

Tri, tre, tre, tree ! 

This is the way the ladies ride, 

Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree ! 



This is the way the gentlemen ride ; 
Gallop-a-trot, 

Gallop-a-trot! 

This is the way the gentlemen ride, 
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot ! 

This is the way the farmers ride ; 
Hobbledy-hoy, 

Hobbledy-hoy ! 

This is the way the farmers ride, 
Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy ! 

Another reads thus: 

Trot, trot to Boston 
To buy a loaf of bread ! 
Trot, trot home again, 

And old Trot’s dead ! 



Another with still more variety of motion : 

Here goes my lord, 

A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot! 

Here goes my lady, 

A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter! 

Here goes my young master, 

Jockey-twitch, jockey-twitch, jockey-twitch, 
jockey-twitch 1 

Here goes my young miss, 

An amble, an amble, an amble an amble ! 

The footman lags behind to tipple ale and 
wine, 

And goes gallop-a-gallop-a-gallop to make 
up his time ! 

And another: 



To market ride the gentlemen, 

So do we, so do we ; 

Then comes the country clown, 

I lobbledy-gee, hobbledy-gee ! 

First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim ! 

Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim ! 
Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trot! 












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This is a njother’s game for baby’s five toes or five fingers, and there are 
various versions of it. Besides the one in the picture, it often reads: 

T HIS little pig had a bit of bread and butter. 

This little pig had none. 

These little pigs say, wee, wee. wee, 
f can’t find my way home. 


Another form: 

This pig went to the barn. 

This pig ate all the corn, 

This said he would tell, 

This said he wasn’t well, 

This went week, week, week, over the door-sill. 


And still another; 

Let’s go to the wood, says this pig; 

What to do there ? says that pig ; 

To look for my mother, says this pig ; 

What to do with her ? says that pig ; 

Kiss her to death, says this pig. 

And yet another: 

This little pig says he wants some corn; 

This little pig says he don’t know where to get any ; 
This little pig says go to grandpa's barn ; 

This little pig says he can’t jump over the sill; 

This little pig comes trotting on behind 
Crying, “ Wee ! wee ! wee ! ” 

























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JINGLES. 



These familiar lines which aid nearly every man woman and child in re¬ 
membering the number of days in each month, occur, with but slight change, 
in an old play, called Returne from Parnassus,” London, 1606: 

T HIRTY days hath September, 

April, June and November ; 

All the rest have thirty-one, 

Save February which alone 

Hath twenty-eight, and one day more 

We add to it each year in four. 


O NCE in my life, I married a wife, 

And where do you think I found her ? 
On Gretna Green in a velvet sheen, 

And I took up a stick to pound her. 
She jumped over a barberry bush, 

And I jumped over a timber ; 

I showed her a gay gold ring, 

And she showed me her finger. 


T HE lion and the unicorn 

Were fighting for the crown ; 
The lion beat the unicorn 

All about the town ; 

Some gave them white bread 

Some gave them brown, 

Some gave them plum cake 

And sent them out of town. 


P UNCH and Judy fought for a pie; 

Punch gave Judy a blow in the eye. 


T HERE was a crooked man, and he went a 

crooked mile ; 

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked 

stile : 

He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked 

mouse, 

And they all lived together in a little crooked 

house. 


Taffy is a nickname for a Welshman, or Welshmen collectively, just as 
Sawney, a diminutive of Alexander, is Scotch. It is a mispronunciation of 
Davy, or Davoy, a diminutive of David. The feast of St. David,the patron 
saint of Wales, is on the 15th of March; hence this is a tale for that date 

T AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; 

Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef 
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not at home ; 
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-boae. 

I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not in ; 

Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin — 

I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed, 

I took up a poker and flung it at his head. 












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S ING a song of sixpence, 

A pocket full of rye, 

Four and twenty blackbirds 
Baked in a pie ; 

When the pie was opened 

The birds began to sing; 
Wasn’t that a dainty dish 

To set before the king? 

The king was in the parlor 

Counting out his money; 
The queen was in the kitchen 
Eating bread and honey ; 

The maid was in the garden 
Hanging out the clothes, 
And along came a black-bird 
And nipt off her nose. 


The next five rhymes belong, legitimately, to Folk Lore, rather than to 
Child Lore, but are among the ancient proverbs that the children of to-day 
constantly hear repeated : 

I F you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for 
danger; 

Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger ; 

Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter ; 
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better ; 
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow ; 

Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart 
to-morrow. 

A SWARM of bees in May 
Is worth a load of hay ; 

A swarm of bees in June 
Is worth a silver spoon ; 

A swarm of bees in July 
Is not worth a fly. 

S EE a pin and pick it up, 

All the day you’ll have good luck; 


See a pin and let it lay, 

Bad luck you’ll have all day. 

T HEY that wash on Monday 
Have all the week to dry ; 
They that wash on Tuesday 
Are not so much awry ; 

They that wash on Wednesday 
Are not so much to blame ; 
They that wash on Thursday 
Wash for very shame ; 

They that wash on Friday 
They wash in greatest need ; 
And they that wash on Saturday 
O, they are slack indeed. 

I F wishes were horses, 

Beggars would ride ; 

If turnips were watches, 

I’d wear one by my side. 


T HE rose is red, the violet blue, 

The gilly-flower sweet — and so are you : 
These are the words you bade me say 
For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day. 



T HE girl in the lane that couldn’t speak plain, 
Cried “ gobble, gobble, gobble.” 

The man on the hill, that couldn’t stand still, 
Went hobble, hobble, hobble. 


























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JINGLES. 



S ING, sing, what shall I sing? 

The cat’s run away with the pudding-bag 
string. 

Do, do, what shall I do ? 

The cat has bitten it quite in two. 


W HAT are little boys made of, made of, 
What are little boys made of ? 

Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails, 

That’s what little boys are made of, made of. 
What are little girls made of, made of, 

What are little girls made of ? 

Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice, 

And that’s what little girls are made of, made of. 


A row of playfellows are frequently counted by the use of the following 
words, the one upon whom “out” falls having to serve as “catcher” or 
“ seeker,” in games of speed or hiding. 

K EETUM, peetum, peeny pie, 

Populorum, gingum gie, 

East, West, North, South, 

Kirby, Kendal, cock him out! 


I SAW a ship a-sailing, 

A-sailing on the sea; 

And, oh, it was all ladened 
With pretty things for thee ! 

There were comfits in the cabin, 

And apples in the hold ; 

The sails were made of silk, 

And the masts were made of gold ; 



And four and twenty sailors, 

That stood between the decks, 
Were four and twenty white mice 
With chains about their necks; 


L ITTLE Dicky Dilver 

Had a wife of silver ; 

He took a stick and broke her back, 
And threw her in the river. 

Fine stockings, fine shoes, 

Double ruffle round her neck, 

And not a dress to wear. 


The captain was a duck 
With a jacket on his back, 

And when the ship began to move, 

The captain said, “ quack ! quack ! ” 




























JINGLES. 


The game of the “Three Knights of Spain ” is played by the children form¬ 
ing themselves into two parties — one representing a courtly dame and her 
daughters, and the other the suitors of the daughter. The suitors move 
forward, with arms extended as they sing, and recede again, as the mother, 
who is stationary, sings in answer. 

SUITORS. 



MOTHER. 

My daughter Jane she is too young, 
And has not learned her mother-tongue. 


SUITORS. 

Be she young, or be she old, 

For her beauty she must be sold. 

So fare you well, my lady gay, 

We’ll call again another day. 

MOTHER. 

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, 
And rub thy spurs ’till they be bright. 

SUITORS. 

Of my spurs take you no thought, 

For in this town they were not bought, 

So fare you well my lady gay, 

We’ll call again another day. (. Departs .) 

MOTHER. 

Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight, 
And take the fairest in your sight. 

suitor. (. Returns .) 

The fairest maid that I can see 
Is pretty Nancy — come to me. 


(Suitors depart , then return , bringing the daughter 
back.) 

Here comes your daughter safe and sound, 
Every pocket with a thousand pound ; 

Every finger with a gay gold ring ! 

Please to take your daughter in. 


Rhymes to teach little ones to count: 

O NE, two, 

Buckle my shoe; 
Three, four, 

Shut the door; 

Five, six, 

Pick up sticks ; 

Seven, eight, 

Lay them straight; 

Nine, ten, 

A good fat hen ; 

Eleven, twelve, 

Who will delve ? 
Thirteen, fourteen, 
Maids a-courting; 
Fifteen, sixteen, 

Maids a-kissing ; 
Seventeen, eighteen, 
Maids a-waiting ; 
Nineteen, twenty, 

My stomach’s empty. 


Visiting dialogue for two little girls : 

H OW do you do, neighbor ? 

Neighbor, how do you do> 
Pretty well, 

And how does cousin Sue do ? 

She’s pretty well, 

And sends her duty to you ; 

So does bonny Nell. 
Good luck, how does she do ? 















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JINGLES. 



B OW, wow, wow, 

Whose dog art thou ? 
Little Tom Tinker’s dog, 
Bow, wow, wow. 


J ACK in the pulpit, out and in, 
Sold his wife for a minikin-pin. 


L ITTLE Robin Red-breast sat upon a tree, 

Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he ; 

Down came Pussy-cat and away Robin ran : 

Says little Robin Red-breast, “ Catch me if you can." 
Little Robin Red-breast hopped upon a wall, 
Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall. 
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy 
say ? 

Pussy-cat said “ Mew,” and Robin flew away. 


Y OU owe me five shillings, 

Say the bells of St. Helen’ 

When will you pay me ? 

Say the bells of Old Bailey. 

When 1 grow rich, 

Say the bells of Shoreditch. 

When will that be ? 

Say the bells of Stepney. 

I do not know, 

Says the great bell of Bow. 

Two sticks in an apple, 

Ring the bells of Whitechapel. 

Halfpence and farthings, 

Say the bells of St. Martin’s. 

Kettles and pans, 

Say the bells of St. Ann’s. 

Brickbats and tiles, 

Say the bells of St. Giles. 

Old shoes and slippers, 

Say the bells of St. Peter’s. 


H ANDY-Spandy, Jack-a-Dandy 

Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy. 
He bought some at a grocer’s shop, 

And pleased, away went, hop, hop 


J OG on, jog on, the footpath way, 
And merrily jump the stile, boys : 
A merry heart goes all the day, 

Your sad one tires in a mile, boys. 












JINGLES. 


I HAD a little hen, 

The prettiest ever seen, 
She washed me the dishes, 
And kept the house clean. 
She went to the mill, 

To fetch me some flour, 
And always got it home 
In less than an hour. 

She baked me my bread, 

She brewed me my ale, 
She sat by the fire, 

And told many a fine tale. 


H ERE’S A, B, C, D, 
E, F, and G, 

H, I, J, K, 

L, M, N, O, P, 

Q, R, S, T, 

U, V, W, 

X, Y, and Z. 

And oh, dear me, 

When shall I learn 
My A, B, C ? 


The original of the “ Three Blind Mice,” set to music, was published in 
London in 1609. 

T HREE blind mice, see how they run ! 

They all ran after the farmer’s wife, 
Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife, 
Did you ever see such fools in your life ? 



A S I was going along, long, long, 

A singing a comical song, song, song, 

The lane that I went was so long, long, long, 

And the song that I sung was so long, long, long, 
And so I went singing along. 



T HERE was a little boy went into a barn, 
And lay down on some hay ; 

A calf came out, and smelt about, 

And the little boy ran away. 


C ROSS patch, 

Draw the latch, 

Sit by the fire and spin ; 
Take a cup 
And drink it up, 

Then call your neighbors in. 


L ITTLE Robin Redbreast 
Sat upon a rail : 

Niddle noddle went his head, 
And waggle went his tail. 





















































































JINGLES, 


JINGLES. 


T HERE was a piper who had a cow, 
But he had no hay to give her; 
So he took his pipes and played a tune, 
Consider, old cow, consider ! 

The cow considered very well, 

For she gave the piper a penny 
That he might play the tune again 
Of “ Corn rigs are bonnie.” 


S OME mice sat in a barn to spin, 

Pussy came by and popped her head in, 
“ Shall I come in and cut your threads off ? ” 
“Oh, no, kind sir, you’ll snap our heads off.” 



I F all the world was apple pie 
And all the sea was ink, 

And all the trees were bread and cheese, 
What should we have for drink? 



J ACK Sprat could eat no fat, 

His wife could eat no lean, 
And so, betwixt them both, you see, 
They licked the platter clean. 


W HO killed Cock Robin ? 

“ I,” said the Sparrow, 
“ With my bow and arrow, 
I killed Cock Robin.” 

Who saw him die? 

“ I,” said the Fly, 

“ With my little eye, 

And I saw him die.” 

Who caught his blood ? 

“ I,” said the Fish, 

“ With my little dish, 

And I caught his blood.” 

Who made his shroud ? 

“ I,” said the Beetle, 

“ With my little needle, 

And I made his shroud.” 


















































JINGLES. 


Who shall dig his grave ? 

“I,” said the Owl, 

“ With my spade and showl, 
And I’ll dig his grave.” 

Who’ll be the parson ? 

“ I,” said the Rook, 

“ With my little book, 

And I’ll be the parson,” 

Who’ll be the clerk ? 

“ I,” said the Lark, 

“ If it’s not in the dark, 

And I’ll be the clerk.” 

Who’ll carry him to the grave ? 

“ I,” said the Kite, 

“ If ’tis not in the night, 

And I’ll carry him to his grave.” 

Who'll carry the link ? 

“ I,” said the Linnet, 

“ I’ll fetch it in a minute, 

And I’ll carry the link.” 

Who'll be the chief mourner ? 

“ I,” said the Dove, 

“ I mourn for my love, 

And I’ll be chief mourner.” 

Who’ll bear the pall ? 

“We,” said the Wren, 

Both the cock and the hen, 

“ And we'll bear the pall.” 

Who’ll sing a psalm ? 

“ I,” said the Thrush, 

As she sat in a bush, 

“ And I’ll sing a psalm.” 

And who’ll toll the bell ? 

“ I,” said the Bull, 

“ Because I can pull ; ” 

And so, Cock Robin, farewell. 

All the birds in the air 

Fell to sighing and sobbing, 
When they heard the bell toll 
For poor Cock Robin. 


I F all the seas were one sea, 

What a great sea that would be ! 
And if all the trees were one tree, 

What a great tree that would be ! 

And if all the axes were one axe, 

What a great axe that would be ! 

And if all the men were one man, 

What a great man he would be ! 

And if the great man took the great axe 
And cut down the great tree 
And let it fall into the great sea, 

What a splish-splash that would be! 


T OM Brown’s two little Indian boys, 
One ran away, 

The other wouldn’t stay — 

Tom Brown’s two little Indian boys. 


This brief biography of Jack Horner seems to be all-sufficient to children, 
and yet the redoubtable boy did other things as worthy of commemoration as 
“ pulling out a plum. ’ That achievement was only one of his “ Witty 
Tricks and pleasant Pranks plaied from his youth to his riper years,” that are 
set down in a history, of which this is but a fragment. The rhyme is founded 
upon an old tale of “ Jack and his step-dame.” 

L ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner 
Eating a Christmas pie ; 

He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum 
And said “ What a brave boy am I! ” 







































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